Tuesday Tales- Go for Silver!
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you to another still yet unnamed romance WIP, to include the word, "silver". Please enjoy!
They toured homes during the hot, sticky month of July. Matthew threatened several times to bail on the arduous task of finding the home of their dreams. However, Emily’s determination to move before the baby’s arrival was unyielding. By the third weekend in a row, they found themselves in a stalemate.
“Ok, please, just come with me today, I need you on this one,” Emily begged Matthew.
“How can you enjoy trudging through stale-smelling homes, most of which have no electricity to even cool them down?” Matthew replied grumpily.
“Today is the day, I can feel it honey, seriously, then, we won’t have to do this again for a very long time.” Emily widened her green eyes in his direction, and he knew he was a goner.
“Fine,” The effeminate word sounded very masculine coming through his gritted teeth.
Matthew and Emily viewed the homes with the aid of a real estate agent. However, they insisted in riding separately from her. Matthew thought the woman wore excessively too much perfume for 100-degree weather and it choked him.
Mid-day on that last day, they pulled up to an oversized cottage on the outskirts of town. “Honey, what do you think?” She asked Matthew excitedly.
Matthew held little enthusiasm as he replied, “Ahhh, looks like every other one so far, let’s go in and get this over with.”
They walked through each room and evaluated the artisanship, the decorating, and the layout. Emily looked out of the windows toward the garden and landscaping that surrounded the home.
It was hot in the home, with the locked windows. The stagnant air smelled of heated wood and suffocated paint. Sweat poured down each of their faces and the agent excused herself. “I need to go, um, check on some notes about this address.”
“You’re choking on your perfume, aren’t you,” Matthew laughed, speaking after the agent was safely out of earshot. Out of curiosity, he flipped a switch in the living room and a ceiling fan began to spin. The silver globe accents spun light reflections across the bare walls.
“What do you know, Emily, electricity!” Matthew took delight in what most normally take for granted.
“Oh, honey, how refreshing.” Emily rubbed his arm appreciatively.
He wandered off by himself as Emily continued to evaluate the home. Then, a curious noise from the master bathroom captured her attention. Water running from the shower occasionally hit the tub, splat, indicating hitting something at odd, possibly moving, angles.
She walked in to find Matthew stripped naked standing under a cold running shower. “I think we found our sign honey, the utilities are on, I’m cooling off- let’s buy it!”